Lighting a cigarette, Nun Elis Euryale stares at the sinner, chained, kneeling at her feet, hands joined in prayer. She blows the holy smoke in his face, and uses his sinful mouth as an ashtray. Instructing him to pray harder, Elis pays attention to his joined hands and apply the scorching tip of the cigarette on them. "That's what prayers are made for. A nice, sweet suffering." His nipples will also get a divine and sadistic touch of fire and ashes on them... After Elis applies the cigarette on his tongue, she will definitely put it out by spitting generously in his greedy mouth.